I slowly awake, gradually becoming aware of myself and the daylight entering the bedroom.
The first thing I notice is Robert. He is snuggled into the back of me, his arm thrown over me and cupping my breast. His breath tickles the back of my neck in a slow, steady rhythm.
I felt the heat of his body and realise I am naked. Of course! We made love last night.
I smile to myself, remembering. It had been Robert's first day back from a business trip and I had missed him. I'd prepared a nice meal with candles and a good bottle of wine. The inevitable had happened, just as I had planned.
Robert had given me three orgasms, the first with tongue and fingers, frantic, gasping, rushed. The second as I had straddled him, riding on his manhood, his hands reaching up to massage my breasts and tease my nipples. The third and best had come as we climaxed simultaneously, my legs wrapped around his waist, moving tenderly together, Robert implanting his seed deep within me.
My insides tingle at the memory and I become aware of a damp sticky feeling down below, partly the result of last night and partly in anticipation of a repeat performance. I squirm slightly as my body reacts to the twin stimuli.
My tiny movement causes Robert to stir, pressing himself more tightly to me. I become very aware of his erection, pressing against my bare bottom and the back of my thighs. His hand, still until now, gives my breast a gentle squeeze and his fingers circle my nipple. It swells and grows stiff in immediate response.
My wicked body betrays me, squirming a little harder and pressing my bottom back into Robert's erection. This is no deliberate action, it happens without me thinking about it. Robert takes a deeper breath and his enveloping hand squeezes a little harder, his fingers rolling my stiffening nipple and pulling gently at it. I feel a new dampness forming between my thighs, one caused by the pleasure of Roberts closeness as much as the eroticism of our naked bodies entwined together.